"Brothers, I, Qingluo, will make you curious for now. I'll tell you everything after dinner."
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly, heading over to the stone table and taking a seat again on the stone bench.
Lin Yixuan had already stopped crying, lowering his head he made his way to the well, washing his face with the pristine water, rinsing his handkerchief clean, and wiping his face dry.
Shitou had a sharp eye, upon entering the courtyard his gaze swept by the well, quickly detecting Lin Yixuan's unusual behavior.
Pretending to be unconcerned, he sauntered over, his sly eyes darting glances at Lin Yixuan's face.
Lin Yixuan hunched even more, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
Shitou's mischievous eyes spun, looking at the young master, then at Lin Yixuan, seeming to guess something.
He dashed towards the kitchen, whispering into Wang Meng and Feng Yi's ears.
"What did you just say? Master is leaving and doesn't plan to take us with her?"